I’m not the type to fill my holiday schedule with activities. Just give me a quiet spot, a good view, and something nice to sip on. That's my ultimate definition of bliss.
At Club Med Phuket, that's exactly how my days unfolded. While others were doing archery or some form of sports, I was busy curating my own "itinerary": a menu of drinks, each paired with a different feeling of the day and a different shade of the sea, so to speak.
☀️ Mornings always began with coffee.
There's something about starting the day with coffee that feels grounding. That first sip with sunlight reflecting off the pool. That quiet pause before the day properly began.
Morning calm: Coffee + light salad + Phuket sunshine. The ritual that grounded the day.
Coffee + sea + blue sky = three shades of calm. The kind of moment I refused to rush or be rushed.
Mid-morning refuel with a glass of creamy, nutty smoothie; paired with a toasted light bite.
🌿 Afternoons called for something cooler.
Usually some kind iced concoctions. These afternoon drinks became tiny celebrations of slowing down while I hid in the shade. Each sip was a testament that holidays don't need to be rushed.
Post-lunch at the lounge near the main bar, I settled in with this bright, citrusy cocktail that tasted like bottled sunshine. I'm pretty sure it was mango.
Excuse me while I sipped on a pineapple-topped frozen delight, relishing my unapologetically holiday mood in the lounge corner.
The pink cocktail was gentle and vodka-soft, the other bold with apple and ginger. Together, they turned a simple afternoon into a double dose of calm at the Zen Pool.
🌅 Evenings were for cocktails.
Mojito, espresso martini, something citrusy, something sweet. Each one felt like a little chapter — light, fizzy, soothing, or bold — depending on the mood.
It was more than a cocktail. It was a glass as blue as the pool, glowing quietly against the skyline as the day gave way to night.
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More cocktails in the early evening by the pool, when the sky still has hints of blue, and the night hasn't quite begun.
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A crisp cocktail with a leafy crown, perfect for slowing down as the day fades.
There's something about an Espresso Martini at night. It's strong and unapologetic, like a bold jolt that carries you into the late hours.
And somewhere between the first sip and the last, I realised I didn't miss the activities. I didn't need to tick boxes or keep up with a schedule. The simplicity of it became its own kind of ritual, a way of noticing the small pleasures that often get lost when we're too busy "doing."
Maybe that's the real luxury of a place like Club Med. It doesn't pressure you to do everything. It gives you the space to choose your own version of holiday happiness, even if that means spending everyday measuring your days in cups and glasses.
Because sometimes the best souvenirs aren't activities ticked off a list, but the little rituals you bring home with you. And mine? The freedom of doing almost nothing, but still come home with memories worth keeping.
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